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May 2014
Hold me, rid me of the cold
Give me warmth
Hot, fearless and bold
Love me, hold my hand
We have each other
Till we grow old
Far away from this world let's flee
Leaving no trace behind
Help me build your nation
Become my religion
You are my dream, you are my gold
You shine brighter when you in my arms I hold.
amrutha
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amrutha  25/F/Building galaxies within
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